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looking at me. Her eyes look like they're drinking me in. Her pink tongue licks her lips as she stares at my chest. I push it out further trying to be subtle about it. The rough fabric has been keeping my nipples aroused all day. Looking down my buds are outlined clearly with my sweat stains.
    "Come get a shower," she says her voice husky.
    "I'm not done Ma'am," I say still on my knees.
    "Are you questioning me?" she retorts.
    "No Ma'am," I say rising quickly.
    She leads the way into the house and I follow along behind. We go into the utility room which has a small shower for cleaning up before entering the house proper. She pulls the door open and motions me inside.
    I step in then look back at her. She motions to my clothes and I strip out of them. I stand demurely covering myself, acutely aware of how wet and swollen my pussy is. She stares at it and again I'm sure her tongue lick her lips. She reaches in and turns on the shower.
    "Eeep!" I cry out as the ice cold water hits me. My nipples are rock hard and my lower belly cramps.
    Mrs. Cliffe is still looking at me. This is my chance. Sometimes life opens a door and you either run through it or you don't. I'm nervous, scared, but I'm so screwed. Either this works or it won't matter anyway.
    I grab the soap and start lathering myself. Slowly I work up bubbles on my body focusing first on my tits until they are covered with soap and my nipples are rock hard buds shining out of the suds. Then I work on my tight stomach. I keep my eyes locked on hers and she doesn't look away from me, just follows my hands with her eyes. I definitely see her lick her lips this time. I work the lather down until I reach between my thighs, soaping up and down my legs. I don't even feel the cold water now I'm so hot.
    Mrs. Cliffe thrusts her hips out and her hands roam across her tits. A soft moan escapes her.
    I raise my hands up towards my pussy. Moving the soap over my slit I work up a lather, my hips rotate as I apply pressure to my clit and now I'm moaning too.
    Mrs. Cliffe raises her skirt to reveal her perfectly trimmed pussy. Slowly she strokes the outside of it with her entire hand and I almost lose it at the sight.
    "Rinse off," she orders.
    I stop immediately staring at her. She still has her hand running up and down her pussy. Surely she likes what I'm doing? Fear makes my stomach clench again. I can't lose this job, this family, all my future!
    There's nothing to this but to obey. I rinse the soap off and step out and grab a towel. As I finish drying I start to wrap the towel around myself.
    "No," Mrs. Cliffe says. "Walk upstairs. My room. Now."
    I flush again but she waits and I lead the way up to her room.

Chapter nine
    Mrs. Cliffe
    I love the sway of her ass as she walks up the stairs. She's flushed, a beautiful light pink. Her red hangs wetly down to just the top of her perfect, heart shaped ass. Once in my room she stops and turns towards me.
    "Kneel," I say to her.
    She obeys and my wetness grows. "You like what you saw?" I ask.
    "Yes Ma'am," she whispers.
    "What did you like?" I ask as I pull my tank top off. I'm not wearing a bra so my breasts bounce free. She looks at the ground and stammers before speaking.
    "I liked seeing you," she says.
    "Seeing me what?" I prompt.
    "Seeing you, you're beautiful. You controlled that woman and Mr. Cliffe."
    "Ah," I say.
    The sound of my zipper releasing fills the room and her eyes flash up to mine. I let the skirt slide to the floor.
    "You like women?" I ask.
    "Both," she says without hesitation.
    I step closer to her so that my pussy is at her eye level. I know she can see the glean of my wetness, my scent mixes with hers in an intoxicating way.
    "You want this job?" I ask.
    "Yes Ma'am."
    "Well, now that you know our secrets," I say. "You'll have to become a closer part of the family, won't you?"
    "Yes Ma'am," she says without looking away from my pussy.
    "Do you want that?" I ask.
    "More than anything Ma'am."
    "Do you want me?"
    "Oh